Why?
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness.
When your apolgies fail to ring true, (your're) so slick with that sarcastic slew of pharases like 'I thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit.
In the end, I win every time as ink reamins.
Sour taste prevail as you play back the tape machine.
When your apolgies fail to ring true, (your're) so slick with that sarcastic slew of pharases like 'I thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit.
In the end, I win every time as ink reamins.
Sour taste prevail as you play back the tape machine.